The photographer started snapping away. All the models were doing different poses, all but me. Samara was the best model out of all of us. She did the prettiest poses and the photographers all wanted pictures of her. I on the other hand didn’t move a muscle. I was too scared. I tried to strike a pose but the flash made me too nervous. I wasn’t a good model at all. I don’t even know why I applied for the teenage model course. I knew I wouldn’t be any good. I’m never any good.